She was discovered by Amir "Questlove" Thompson of The Roots. Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Networkīorn Jill Heather Scott in the North Philly neighborhood of the City of Philadelphia, PA on April 4, 1972, Jill Scott began her career as a performance poet. If you didn't want me, ah, you should have let me knowĪll you was make a mockery of something so incredible and beautiful Love slipped from my lips, my chin, and landed in his lapĪnd us became new, me non clairvoyant and in love me That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilizedĬumulus clouds, eighty-four degrees, melody Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato Made the coochie easy and the obvious, invisible Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greensĭripped down my chin and landed in his lap The rain was fallin' and, and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyesĪnd I could not see that he became my voodoo priest I felt dizzy and so near the heavens and miles between my thighs I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warmĪnd he would physically give me each and every one Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell-topped Adidas Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
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